This is my first POSTED Tennis no Ohjisama fandom. I decided to post this seeing the very slight rise in more angst fanfiction for this anime/manga. My favorite character is Kikumaru Eiji so he is going to the my focus of all angst and torture. I'm evil, I know.
Disclaimer: I do not own PoT. The end.
Warnings: Do you know the definiation of OBSESSION? No warnings in this charpter since is is just the prolouge! Though, it is very short.
Flames are welcomed.
Title: Dark Promises
I will have held you
I will have kissed you
I will have claimed you
You will be mine
I will have loved you
Wrong or right
I will have your heart
You will be mine
-Faith Hill, "You will be Mine"
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A hooded figure hid amoungest the trees and bushes on the school grounds of Seishun Gakuen, commonly know as Seigaku. His attention was directed to the tennis courts, where a doubles pratice game was going on. Oh, he was not watching the same, but instead his attention was focused on a single player.
A acrobatic red head, with cat-like reflexes and a laugh that came from a heart of gold.
This player, the object of his desire his obession.
The figure watched until the game ended with a call from one of the many tennis club members "Golden Pair wins! 6 games to 4!"
The object of his desire and his partner clapped hands together in a 'highfive,' he then went over to the other pair, pulling on the brim of the hat on the head of the shorter and younger opponant, team mate and many would possibly say, friend.
"Oi! Ochibi, cheer up! You can't win all the time, espically against the Golden Pair, nya!" He turned his head to look over his sholder, "Isn't that right Oishi?" He called to his tennis partner and best friend, a large smile on his face. The boy with the slicked back hair, simply smiled and walked over to his partner, this other Regular members following him, joining in the middle of the court.
The hooded figure, pulled on the edges of the hood on his heavy black jacket, hiding his face even more but not the smirk that rested on his lips, he turned to leave before taking another longing look, but certainly not the last, at the boy who had been his obession for so long.
"Kikumaru Eiji," He said, licking his lips, as the names left them, as if wanting to taste it, "you will be mine."
And that is a promise.
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AN: It's short, I know. But it is just the prolouge. Let me know what you think. REVIEW!